The Lair of the Cult of Origination

It seemed that Becky still had a long way to go before she could become a qualified noble. Of course, considering her headstrong mercenary habits, she would probably have to spend a lifetime before she could achieve that. As the lesbo topic subsided, they were afraid that the freaky maiden would come up with some other eye-popping thing, so they quickly focused on the cult issue.

In fact, to be honest, Hao Ren was not interested in the Cult of Origination's sphere of influence and the religious situation in that world. He just wanted to capture the brain monster. Ophra had yet to come as Becky continued to flap her lips. In the end, he just listened.

"Where's the lair of the Cult of Origination?" Hao Ren asked curiously.

Becky pointed at the map. "You wouldn't have guessed it... It's in the mountains, farther west of the Beinz Diocese across the Virulent Flatlands. It's the sacred mountain of the werewolf tribe."